The sun, small and contracted, swam molten overhead.
"I can't stand it," said McTeague at length.

"I'll have to stop and make some kinda shade." The mule was crouched upon the ground, panting rapidly, with half-closed eyes.

The dentist removed the saddle, and unrolling his blanket, propped it up as best he could between him and the sun.

As he stooped down to crawl beneath it, his palm touched the ground.

He snatched it away with a cry of pain.